It was raining.
Somewhere in an underground facility, a boy no older than 16 was sitting on a chair, typing on a laptop on his desk. The room was white, devoid of any other color except for the metallic tones from the desk, chair and bed.
The boy sighed, stretching his arms again, a satisfying crack can be heard from them before he returned to writing. His fingers are aching, sure, but he's nearing to finish the ending of his book.
Suddenly, he heard his door open. Then, in a swift motion, he moved, his hand snatching a pen on his desk as he turned.
The pen he threw sounded against the wall, not even grazing the intruder that somehow managed to dodge the blur of the projectile.
"Too slow." In front of the door was a girl standing, smirk on her face. She wore the same clothes as him, white overalls with an insignia of the organization they belonged to.
The Order.
The boy's lips curled down, displeased. "What do you want, Nova?"
The girl clicked her tongue, walking towards him. "What? Can't I visit my favorite partner?"
The boy rolled his eyes, turning back to his laptop. Irritation bubbles in him as he deleted the entire paragraph he was writing. The interruption has distorted his flow, and now, he forgot what he was about to write.
Nova bent down, curiously peering over his shoulder.
"Still writing?" She asks as she unceremoniously walked around the boy, sitting on the desk just beside the laptop.
Cael sighed, saving his progress and closing the laptop before he leaned back against his chair, facing Nova.
"You did not answer my questions earlier. What do you want?" He asks as he rubs his eyebrows.
"You."
Cael blinked, his ears flushing red a second after.
"Stop joking." He muttered but Nova only stared at him with a smile.
Cael feels goosebumps rising on his nape.
"I'm not."
He stood up, walking towards the door. Not a second after, he felt a little gust of wind, then her breath blew in his ear.
"Where are you going?" She whispered.
Reflex kicked in. He turned to move, his fist towards her solar plexus. Then, in a minute, he found himself laying on the floor, Nova's nails on his neck.
Like always, she managed to not just evade but also counterattack. This is Nova for you. A kid only born for assassination and well, she surely do not disappoint.
"Always aiming for the critical, eh. Too bad you're not fast enough." She smirked, her hand going to his collar instead, using it to pull him to her.
Their lips touched. Cael tries to push her off but she held his wrist, pinning his hand against the floor, her other arm pressing against his, trapping him.
"Don't worry." She murmured against his lips. "Rain was on the watch."
If the others are watching, it may be a surprise. But to Rain who's currently watching the footages, it was not. She watched as her sister shamelessly make out with Cael, cursing under her breath as her eyes darted to the other footages instead.
Back in the room, Cael and Nova sat side-by-side on the floor, their backs against the wall, hands intertwined between them.
"I have a pending Rank A mission." Cael softly confessed.
"I know." Nova's hold tightened, her eyes dark.
"I'll be waiting."
Cael nodded.
"If I die—"
"You won't. I won't let you."
He closed his eyes.
"Then, let's hope I come back breathing."
He did not.